A trip to the second dimension

"Dingle bell!"

"Dingle bell!"

Early the next morning, the clear sound of bells rang out in the early morning jungle.

The bald monk Biwamaru, who was carrying a pipa on his back, paused slightly and turned around slowly with a cane.

Behind him, a monster monk with a very huge head was also looking at him, with a bell in the middle swaying slightly, making a crisp ringing sound.

"Give it to you...Give it to you..."

Jin Xiaoseng shook the bell and said these words repeatedly.

"oh?"

The old monk Bipamaru tilted his head slightly, and a clear smile suddenly appeared on his face.

It is worth mentioning that this old monk's eyes were white and even large and small, making him look a little deformed.

Apparently he was born blind.

But like Hyakkimaru, who is also blind, Biwamaru can also see through the mind's eye.

Looking at the golden monk standing in front of him, Biwamaru immediately decided to change his direction and headed towards the northeast path, where there was a village.

At the same time, Nozomi and Hyakkimaru, after resting for a night by the river, had arrived at the village Dororo mentioned.

After crossing a short wooden bridge, looking at the continuously rotating waterwheel next to it, as well as the wooden houses and thatched huts sitting next to each other, I hope this is the first time I have come to such a very backward environment.

However, this is considered a pretty good condition for the people of this world.

Even Dororo couldn't help but wonder whether the news he heard about monsters here was true when he looked at the village.

"Wait! Are you talking about monsters? What happened to monsters?"

Among the villagers who were watching the outsiders, a middle-aged man wearing a red cloth hat came out and asked the three of them with a smile.

"snort!"

Seeing someone coming, Dororo immediately realized that he had an opportunity to show off. He immediately took a few steps forward, put his hands on his hips, and showed a wicked smile: "What's wrong with this village? I know, this There are monsters in the village, right?"

After saying this, seeing the expression on the middle-aged man's face change, Dororo's smile immediately became even more proud: "I have brought you a good business. No one in the world can compare with me in destroying monsters. The two people next to you are better at it, so let us help you once."

The middle-aged man's face was slightly gloomy, but he still looked at Nozomi and Hyakkimaru up and down with a solemn expression, and then said: "Is it really possible to do such a thing?"

"It's a piece of cake!"

Dororo raised his little head and raised his hand to pat his chest, looking like he was overwhelmed.

"A few days ago, my eldest brother beat such a big monster to a pulp by himself, and this little brother also knows magic. He didn't even have to move, and the monster's body was torn apart by him. This is all me If you see it with your own eyes, you can rest assured. If it’s just a commission, you won’t be charged. How about you think you’ve been cheated?”

Dororo made exaggerated gestures, and when he finished speaking, he winked proudly at Hope.

Hearing this, the middle-aged man seemed to have figured something out, and finally nodded with a grateful expression: "That's really what you want. If you can help us eliminate it, we will do our best to thank you."

The villagers nearby also heard Dororo's words and gathered around one by one, obviously very interested in what Dororo said.

"Yeah~~Village Chief, you are really easy to talk to."

Dororo stepped forward as if he were a young adult. From the looks of it, he was already very familiar with dealing with adults.

"Well, I'm not the village chief. I'm just an agent. My name is Chuanji." The middle-aged man Chuanji looked bitter: "The village leader in our village is an adult named Bandai, but her feet I'm a little bit injured, so I'm doing some running work."

"Oh? Is that so?"

Dororo raised his head and looked at Denji, his big eyes a little confused.

"Anyway, we'd like to invite three of you to use our house. Although there's nothing to entertain you, it's still okay for you to have a meal."

As Denki said this, Dororo's expression suddenly became happy.

In troubled times, the most important thing is food.

Dororo, who basically lived a life without eating, was very happy when he heard that there was food.

"Uncle Chuanji, you are such a good man!"

Dororo said happily.

Chuanji nodded and turned around to lead the way for them.

Afraid that Hyakkimaru, who was deaf, mute and blind, would not understand what they meant, Dororo also reached out to hold Hyakkimaru and motioned for him to follow him.

Hope, who had been observing the surrounding environment and had not spoken, suddenly spoke at this time.

"Well, please, can you introduce us to your village, Lord Bandai? There is something I want to tell her about monsters."

Hope's words immediately stunned both Dororo and Denji.

Before Chuanji could speak, Dororo held his belly and complained: "Brother, the matter of exterminating the demon is not urgent. Since Uncle Chuanji and the others want to invite us, let's have a good meal first. Arrive. We haven’t had breakfast yet and I’m a little hungry.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Hope taking out a bag of things from somewhere and throwing it over.

Subconsciously, she raised her hand to catch it, and found that what she was holding was a package of packaging material that had a hard touch but could be bent and deformed at will.

On the green packaging, there were some Chinese characters that she could not understand.

The transparent packaging part revealed what was stored inside.

It was a piece of chopped chicken feet, with some green peppers in the gaps.

If it were according to the history of the general earth, Dororo would definitely not know about peppers.

But this is a brand new world with only Japanese ghost culture, so Dororo not only knows peppers, but has even eaten them.

When eating grilled fish yesterday, she hoped to find out that although this little ghost is afraid of spicy food, he still likes spicy food.

According to her, although she has seen some spices, like salt, they are generally things that only the upper class can afford.

Ordinary people have no money to buy those seasonings. It is a great blessing to have something to eat and fill their stomachs.

As for the taste, it is really not important in front of survival.

"What is this?" Dororo fiddled with the package in his hand with his eyes wide open, looking at Xiwang with a puzzled look on his face.

"I'll fill your stomach first. We have enough food. Exorcising the monster is more important. When the matter is over, I'll treat you to delicious food."

Xiwang said this, but his eyes were always fixed on Chuanji.

Dororo, who was holding a bag of pickled pepper chicken feet in his hand, didn't say anything more.